The Awakening of the Strongest System: Crush the Genius Xueba at the beginning

Cai Kang blushed with anger, at such an advanced age, when was he accused by a young man like this.

"Good, good, good!"

He said three good words in a row: "Since you have such a profound understanding of Chinese painting and still guide me, it means that your level of Chinese painting can be my teacher? Then let's compare!"

Ye Chen shook his head: "No comparison, Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, your reputation is so big, it's not fair."

Cai Kang was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, but he had nothing to say for a moment.

You know, art is difficult to say.

There is no obvious standard for who wins and who loses. Cai Kang is well-known and respected by thousands of people, so his works are naturally sought after.

And Ye Chen is a little white man, even if he draws flowers, what's the use!

Because as long as you look for a referee at Jianghai University, even if Ye Chen can draw a masterpiece, he will definitely win.

"How about I be the referee?"

Another old man walked into the office. This old man was gentle and elegant, and he looked like a master of Confucianism.

"What kind of wind brought Professor Zhang here today? In a small office, two national treasure masters, Professor Cai Kang and Zhang Fengru, can be seen at the same time."

"Professor Zhang is absolutely fair if he is a referee. He has never practiced favoritism."

"But what about fairness? Do you think anyone can surpass Professor Cai Kang in terms of Chinese painting?"

Zhang Fengru signaled everyone to be safe and calm, and said to Cai Kang: "Old man, you really lived and went back, and you were accused by the juniors, why didn't you die earlier?"

"I won't die even if you die. I will definitely live one day longer than you."

The two confronted each other, and they started a fight in public.

It was only then that everyone remembered that the two of them were rivals who loved each other and killed each other for a lifetime.

Cai Kang panted heavily, and glared at Ye Chen: "Boy, Zhang Fengru is about to die. The so-called dying is good, so you can rest assured that he will be the referee?"

"Why are you dying!"

Zhang Fengru scolded back: "Boy Ye Chen, I believe you can defeat him and compare with him. Don't worry, I will be fair and open, and I can even face you."

"Okay, then I'll compete with you today, but it's boring without a lottery." Ye Chen said.

"Hmph, I'll promise you whatever you want, but if I win, I'll show you your picture of a hundred birds facing a phoenix for ten days." Cai Kang said with a beard and staring eyes.

"Okay, that's it."

Under the crowd watching, Ye Chen and Cai Kang took their seats one after another.

What the two paint is traditional Chinese painting, which is also ink painting. They use a brush dipped in water, ink, and color to paint on rice paper or silk.

Traditional Chinese painting is divided into three categories, which are figures, flowers and birds, and landscapes. On the surface, they are classified by subject matter, but in fact, they use art to express a concept and thought.The so-called "painting is divided into three subjects", that is, it summarizes the three aspects of the universe, the universe and life.

Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and this simple scroll alone covers thousands of things.

The best four treasures of the study, ink is Hui ink, which is said to be invulnerable to gold.

Paper is Xuan paper specially used by ancient emperors.

All the tools are placed on the table, and a simple and simple charm suddenly blows in the face. Even people who don't know how to paint will be infected by this atmosphere.

"The two of you are free to splash ink and ink, and I will judge who wins and loses." Zhang Fengru said.

"Little fat man, Ye Chen can still paint?" Chu Yuexi couldn't help asking.

Bai Xiaocheng spread his hands: "Teacher, I have never seen Ye Chen paint, but he said he would, so it should be."

"Uh……"

Chu Yuexi rolled her eyes straight away. Chinese painting requires a lot of study and copying.

If Ye Chen went up to draw a picture of a chicken pecking rice, it would be a big joke.

Cai Kang is confident and calm. After thinking about it, he picks up his pen and begins to create.

On the other hand, Ye Chen kept his eyes closed and thought, not knowing why.

In fact, how could Ye Chen know how to paint, at this time he was reading in the sea of ​​books.

The so-called sharpening the gun in front of the battle is not happy.

As long as he masters the skills of traditional Chinese painting, he believes that he will definitely be able to torture Cai Kang with blood.

Just after Ye Chen read 180 books, the system finally issued a prompt.

"Ding, I found the elementary Chinese painting skills, do you want to extract it?"

"Get it quickly."

In an instant, Ye Chen's eyes flashed brightly, and the understanding of traditional Chinese painting in his mind became profound and strong, as if he was born with it.

Without hesitation, Ye Chen dipped his pen into the ink and began to create officially.

"Sigh, I thought Ye Chen was a king, but I didn't expect it to be bronze."

"How to say?"

"Professor Cai's paintings are landscapes, and landscape painting is hand-to-hand combat. A flower represents a world, and a leaf represents a bodhi. If a landscape is to stand up to viewing, it must also imply philosophy. Professor Cai has clearly grasped the essence of it."

"As for Ye Chen's paintings of figures, the performance of brush and ink is required to be slightly lower. Even if the performance is not good, it can still be seen."

Everyone can't understand the painting skills of the two, but through other people's comments, they can understand a little bit.

As soon as the pen was written, Professor Cai seemed to have a great advantage.

With the passage of time, the two gradually entered the peak period, writing with spirit, and writing like a snake.

Professor Cai's landscapes have already taken shape. His paintings have three points of wood, seven points of outline, three points of charm, and the artistic conception is meaningful, majestic and majestic.

Modern people are different from the ancients. They don't have so much glitz in modern life. It takes decades to study a skill, and they have the spirit of craftsmanship.

However, Professor Cai's paintings are not much better than those of the ancients, and they are indeed peerless.

"Ink brush painting is like flowing clouds and flowing water around plain paper. Lao Caitou's painting skills have improved again!"

Zhang Fengru's evaluation is very high, it seems that the winning streak has been confirmed.

"Ye Chen is so crazy, playing big swords in front of Guan Gong, comparing paintings with Professor Cai, is simply humiliating himself."

"I just said how could Ye Chen be Professor Cai's opponent, it's just grandstanding."

……

Countless ridicules and sarcasms were noisy, but they couldn't reach Ye Chen's ears.

Ye Chen has already entered the state. Although the paintings he draws are figures, they are figures with golden arms and iron horses and tens of thousands of people fighting on the battlefield.

One stroke is the fire under the command of eight hundred miles, the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall, and the courage of soldiers in autumn on the battlefield.

The second stroke is the determination of Huangsha to wear the golden armor in all battles, and never return it until it breaks Loulan.

The three strokes are the regrets of Jun Moxiao, who was drunk on the battlefield, and how many people have fought in ancient times.

The four strokes are the worries of lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain, and falling asleep on the iron horse and ice river.

The pen and pen are flying and dancing, and the way is full of ups and downs in the world.

If you have never experienced the battlefield, you will not understand the magnificence of thousands of people shedding blood, and you will not see the sorrow of parting from your loved ones forever.

His painting is done!
Everyone looked at Ye Chen's painting, and turned their attention to Ye Chen's painting.

"My mother, is this a ghost painting talisman?"

"It made me laugh so hard, what kind of gibberish is the painting, it's not as good-looking as the bed-wetting painting when I was a child."

"Oh, what a mess of words, Ye Chen can't draw at all!"

……

"Fatty Su, bring me a glass of water!" Ye Chen said slowly.

"Oh, oh!"

Su Xiaocheng blushed, he belonged to Ye Chen's group.

Ye Chen painted like this, his face is naturally not good-looking.